Pistol Opera Lyrics

[Intro]

He comes from the cesspools of sin. He comes from the Land of the Rising Sun. They call him the Pearl of the Orient. He is the master of the Dim chain, he is the master of the Dragon Chi, he is the master of anybody, who has the guts to step into the ring with a man that is blessed with such speed, agility, ability and all the seven martial arts. There is nobody, I can test this man on the baddest street, in the worst town in the USA, and we can walk amnesia?, we can hold 100$ bills in our hand and ain't nobody come up and try to take it away, so if there is any fools out there taht think they really wanna get in the ring, remember, you enter at your own risk, you leave, with some help

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, 7L
Yeah, Ibrahim
Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy
C'mon, man, look
Yeah
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Purposely designed (Purposely designed!)
That's the Ka'bah and it's perfectly aligned (Alhamdulillah)
Biodiversity refined (Refined!)
Santo D'oro where the mercury is mine (That's where I'm from)
Premier crew, burgundy the wine
Allah sent the serpent as a sign (Allahu Akbar!)
This the university of crime (Philly out here!)
Perform surgery on your spine (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!) The Draco is the size of an ape
Muhf*cka know what happen if you try to escape
Duct tape and shivering crows, the arms of a snake
These is Remingtons and they about the size of a grape
Homie this'll fracture the Earth
And there's twelve looking for drugs, it's a natural birth (Snuff a head, stupid!)
Arafat at the summit (At the summit)
A good army marches on its stomach

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
The Moabite, I saw the demon was all purple
You see the benefits when you keeping a small circle (Abidullah)
You's a virgin, pray God and then I'll irk you
Black seed oil, the medicine all herbal
That's black cotton, it's not fertile
Eighty percent of communication is not verbal
It ain't Dibiase without Virgil
A real Nighthawk fiber optic, the nocturnal
Invisible lady that sing Mingus
And half of my akhs not able to speak English
You won't stop popping 'til he finish
It's an OG in the Garment District that speak Yiddish
MCM and a fly figaro
With two bags, this girl sadist and buying piccolo
Line 'em up, drown 'em in gas (Burn!)
Don't let the sun go down on your ave, never (Stupid!)

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